The Heart Has A Heart Of Its

It's So Tedious That Everyone Must Be Defined.

Popular Music Is Slowly Being Laid To Rest In Every Conceivable Way... The Ashes Are Already About Us If We Could But Notice Them.

I've Only Been To Ireland Once, And I Felt I Would Wake Up With Voices In My Head, Almost Like Music, And That If I Were A Songwriter, I Would Be Very Inspired.

Whenever I’d Over­hear How People Found Me To Be ‘a Bit Much’ (which Is The Gentle Way Of Say­ing The Word ‘unbear­able’), I Under­stood Why. To Myself I Would Say: Well, Yes Of Course I’m A Bit Much — If I Weren’t, I Would Not Be Lit Up By So Many Lights.

There's So Much Destruction All Over The World - And All You Can Do Is Complain About Me!